The sun above the mountain's head,A freshening lustre mellowThrough all the long green fields has spread,His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:Come, hear the woodland linnet,How sweet his music! on my life,There's more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!He, too, is no mean preacher:Come forth into the light of things,Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,Our minds and hearts to bless—Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal woodMay teach you more of man,Of moral evil and of good,Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;Our meddling intellectMis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—

We murder to dissect.Enough of Science and of Art;Close up those barren leaves;Come forth, and bring with you a heartThat watches and receives. BIO INFO Born in Great Britain (Lake District)April 7, 1770Graduated Cambridge University

Deeply moved by natureTraveled to Germany but returned to England

Published Lyrical Ballads in 1798Continued till 1850Began Romantic Age in English Lit.Truly expressed feelings and appreciate physical natureResponse to Industrial Revolution

mimic reading Alliteration Wordsworth wants the readers to stop lazily sitting and reading! He encourages going out in nature in order to maximize learning. He believes that you learn the most from nature but, only if you open yourself up to watching and accepting what nature has to give to you.